me when i was 21

not-so-tall-gay-danny  asked:

Okay but: "I'm not gay," fourteen year old me says as they read Buffy/Willow/Tara fanfiction in the middle of year 9 art class.

True story:

“My English teacher is one of those lesbians,” 11-year-old me said in a hushed and disapproving tone to my friends, eyeing said lesbian from the corner of the room. “Cathy told me.”

Later, at 21 when I, too am ‘one of those lesbians’, I am at a queer festival with my tongue down some women’s throat and my hand up her top. Over the woman’s shoulder I catch sight of someone watching me with a smirk.

It’s my lesbian English teacher. 

when ur drunk and ur looking in the mirror trying to tell urself u aint drunk but u dont even know whos bathroom it is

I finally read Eyeshield 21 and sold my soul to this scrawny devil.


I wanted to upload these again mostly in regards to all the “Bad Art” blogs lying about on Tumblr.

These are both drawn by me, once when I was 13 and one when I was 21. The reason I progressed was that nobody ever told be my art was bad, nobody ever made jokes about it and nobody told me that I. Can’t. Draw. When I made the picture as a 13 year old I was very proud and I thought I was really funny. I used mouse and MS paint and was really proud of myself for pulling it of.  If someone would have uploaded that onto a blog only to make fun of it it would have crushed me and most likely scared me of from sharing my art. If you make fun of little kids for doing something they just think is fun then guess what, they might not think it’s so fun anymore.

Bottom line is kids are growing, learning and thinking beings. They are gonna upload some goofy art and they are gonna make terrible OCs but for fucks sake let them have fun doing it without having to worry about some 30 year old loser making fun of they Sonic-persona online infront of thousands of people.

So @ bad art blogs; Stop being fucking twats

I’ve been trying to learn German for so long and I really want to practice and get better but I’m still terrible so the idea of asking someone to, like, talk with me to help me practice just seems like a terrible idea.

Hi hello I have an update

My parents and my high-school drama teacher got my drawing signed by the entire Hamilton cast

I cried

i used to work at a college bookstore, which meant that along with textbooks we also sold school supplies, clothes with the school logo on it, backpacks, stuff like that. one day i was wandering around the main floor, folding clothes as needed, desperately wishing that a meteor would crash through the ceiling and deliver me from this hell, when i passed this guy (maybe like 20 or 21) who was with his mother, looking for clothes and supplies for school. they’re obviously arguing but i wasn’t really listening until i heard “…FINE! I’ll just ASK SOMEONE WHO WORKS HERE”

and he turns to me and goes “yo do you work here”

“yeah” i say, expecting to be asked which backpack was best for carrying lots of books or something like that

and he goes “do you think a guy can wear pink?” before pointedly glaring at his mother, who glares back

not what a 17 year old is expecting to hear at her first job at 8 AM

“…” blink. blink. “yeah of course”

“SEE” and he just slam-dunked a pink backpack into the cart and walked off to pick out some school supplies, followed by his very annoyed but resigned looking mother

i think about this a lot

  • 21 pilots man: wish we could take back the good old days......
  • me: when this song wasn't popular :-)
  • 21 pilots man: Like I get that this is a chat post and I don't exist other than the confines of this fictional exchange but you know what, that hurt, I'm not going to sit here and pretend it didn't hurt, I know you're entitled to your opinion but I did work really hard on this song with my friend, and like I don't know if you could at least appreciate the effort that went into making a song maybe you could find it in your heart to at least respect my craft and not just shit on my art indiscriminately because it's popular. Like, jesus christ.

I hope these things come in three today.

Yesterday at the dog park I lost a leash. It was around my neck. I failed to fasten the ends together. When it slipped off I didn’t notice right away. I searched for it without luck.

It bugs me when I lose stuff, especially out of carelessness. It was a $21 dollar leash. Buying a new one won’t mean a month of sharing kibble with the dogs for dinner and turning the furnace down to 50° but it’s irritating nonetheless.

Today I found it! Someone had picked it up and put it on a fence. Made - My - Day. That’s twice now where I’ve lost something at the dog park and got it back the next day. It’s probably time for some mitten keepers to fasten to all my belongings.

Of course I’d already ordered a new leash from Amazon. I texted Sheila from the park and asked her to try to cancel the order. It would be a close because Amazon is fast. I suppose I could return the new leash but, ugh.

An email just popped up telling me the cancellation was successful. Probably a good day to go buy a scratch-off. Or perhaps I need to save my luck for another trip to the dog park.

  • Person: Who's Lin?
  • Me [being extremely far up Lin's ass] : Lin? As in Lin-Manuel Miranda? @linmanuel? Thirty-Six year old, star and creator of Grammy and Tony award-winning broadway musicals In The Heights and Hamilton? Co-writer of other broad-
  • Person: Alright! So, I'm gonna go now